Which mad and dreaming people cannot master;
Or if the dreamer could, so best secure
A comfortable waking—Was ’t not so?—
(To Rosaura). Needs not your intercession now, you see,
As in the dream before—
Clotaldo, rough old nurse and tutor too
That only traitor wert, to me if true—
Give him his sword; set him on a fresh horse;
Conduct him safely through my rebel force;
And so God speed him to his sovereign’s side!